I can't stop imagining us,
dancing to that slow song;
your hands around my waist,
and mine tempted to pull you in closer.
How our steps will sync,
and our hearts will follow the same beat.
How you'll gaze into my eyes,
and I'll pray for the moment to never end.
Oh, I can't stop picturing us,
holding one another
before we part ways,
and our worlds burst into flames.
6.7.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
